i know they say 'use it or lose it'

anonymous asked:

To be honest, I actually think it'd be worse if Dick had offered Tim the Nightwing mantle. While if this was the case, Dick and Tim's fallout probably wouldn't have happened or at least not be as bad as it was, Bruce would still come back, Dick would want Nightwing back and guess what? Tim is fired, AGAIN.

I get what you’re saying but listen.

The reason things were so bad for Tim is because all he did was lose, lose, lose and either have people brush off his grief and anxiety/depression or outright ignore him. The period following Bruce’s death was the worst period in his life, probably one of the worst experiences of loss an grief any of the Bats have gone through since he lost basically his whole support system. The point of offering Nightwing wouldn’t have been about the costume, it would have been about the attention.

By offering Tim Dick’s old costume, he would be saying “Look I know things are hard for all of us right now but Damian needs Robin. But I still love you Tim and I trust you to wear my costume and honor the name.” Instead of letting Tim feel lost and abandoned and have him run off on a crazy ass quest; Dick should have held out an olive branch in the form of the Nightwing costume. I think it would have been nice, Tim falling into a well established costume, a safety net, to cope without struggling with the identity crisis that came from the Red Robin costume.

Not to mention, yes, when Bruce came back and Dick took the costume back, it had helped Tim mentally and emotionally in the short term. Instead of being kicked off a building and forced to recover on his own, he was given a chance to find himself within his grief and put himself back together. Had Dick been more available for Tim during that period, I believe he would have been happy to hand over the Nightwing costume and finally be ready to look for his own solo identity. Because it wasn’t so much losing the Robin costume itself that hurt, it was the betrayal of handing over the costume Tim had given up everything for to the 10 year old blood son who had done nothing (yet) to earn the title by the big brother he once thought had his back. That’s the part that stung.  

Anyone have any tips for getting used to speaking a second language when you don’t have any practice buddies so that you’re not just awkwardly saying the same failed sentence over and over to your notebook/computer?

absolutely random voltron headcanons
  • keith talks to inanimate objects and will enthusiastically deny it if anyone catches him
  • animal: whines lance, sympathetically: i know, baby, i know
  • hunk can keep a straight face come hell or high water, will frequently say some absolutely absurd thing or go off on a silly tangent completely deadpan, and the others just fuckin lose it
  • also hunk has made lance laugh until he peed twice in the history of their friendship and constantly threatens to do it again
  • shiro can drink an entire half gallon of milk in a single go
    • he can also fit twelve jumbo marshmallows in his mouth and is constantly looking for an excuse to show off this talent
  • hunk used to have hair down to his chest before the garrison and he still occasionally laments its loss
    • sometimes he just….. wistfully stares at allura’s long hair, wanting. remembering
    • lance also misses the long hair bc he got to brush it and braid it all the time and pretend like hunk was a disney princess and lance was his prince hunk doesn’t know this and if lance has anything to do with it he never will
  • coran used to be a helpless flirt, like lance… but way more successful
    • was once simultaneously engaged to a widowed countess, a prince, a bounty hunter, and two royal handmaidens
    • allura had to really work her diplomatic connections to get him out of that one and tbh she never lets him live it down even now
  • lance idolized shiro throughout most of his garrison career and is frankly shocked to discover that shiro is just a total goober who frequently pretends like he’s in the star wars universe and has passionate opinions about the matrix movies and drools when he sleeps
  • allura thinks hunk would make a great diplomat and is not-so-subtly grooming him to be so
    • keeps taking him and him alone to meet important people, giving him negotiation tips, asking for his opinions on people they meet even if she’s already made up her mind about them
    • sometimes introduces him to new people as a prince or a minister or some other authoritative figure
      • hunk is chill with this as long as he gets to make up the name of the planet that he’s allegedly the prince of
  • keith snorts when he laughs really hard
    • lance and hunk team up to try and make him snort as often as possible
Mark Me Down as Scared and Horny

Context: My character has a powerful necklace that they keep hidden under their shirt and several scarves. I’d tell you what it does, but my party members might read this. It was warm and muggy one day and everyone began shedding their outer layers (except for the orc brawler, who is only ever wearing pants). I take off two of my three scarves, but leave the last.

Dwarf (NPC): This might seem like a weird question, but… Why are you always wearing those scarves?

Me: I just like scarves.

Me: *total bluff check = 23*

Dwarf: That’s alright. I just don’t want you to overheat.

Orc: Yeah. You’re going to roast.

Me: Perhaps.

Orc: You’re okay with that? Is your scarf obsession really worth it?

Me: I’m sentimental.

Orc: Seriously, what the fuck.

Elf: Just leave him alone! He’s a sensitive young man!

Orc (heavy sarcasm): Well, excuse me if I don’t shed a tear.

Elf: Besides, even if it is something, we’re all allowed to have secrets.

Me (ooc): He gives you a thankful smile.

DM: Which begs the question: What is he hiding from you?

Orc (whispering to the Elf): I just don’t trust him! There’s something sketchy about him.

*everyone succeeds their perception of that exchange but me*

Me (accidentally interrupting): Look. You have every right to travel in the nude, but some of us value our modesty.

Orc (ooc): I want to roll to intimidate.

DM: The massive half orc takes a step towards you and glares down.

Elf (ooc): With his muscular bare chest. Naked by your standards. Nipples fully erect.

*everyone at the table loses it*

Me (ooc): You know what? I’m not even going to roll. I’m intimidated.

DM: He almost makes you question your sexuality.

Sis (ooc): ROLL TO SEDUCE.

Me (ooc): LENA, NO.

Orc: *actually fucking rolls = 15*

DM: You’re not sure if you’re scared or aroused.

Like 3 people in unison: Both.

anonymous asked:

Dean and Seamus were totally a couple but Harry is just the least observant ever or he's so chill he just doesn't bring it up. You have to fight me to change my mind on this.

concept: several years after graduation, harry gets a letter from dean thomas asking if he’ll be his best man for his wedding- he, seamus, lavender, and parvati are having a double wedding.  harry says yes, of course, he’s very flattered (though a bit surprised seamus won’t be best man, but he supposes they’ve got the double wedding thing going on).  he’s a little embarrassed, though, because he’s not actually sure if dean is with parvati or lavender, but he figures he’ll just not put names on the wedding gifts and work it out when he gets there.

fast forward to the practice for the ceremony.  harry shows up ready to best man the hell out of this, even though he still doesn’t know who the bride is.  but oddly enough, the girls’ dresses don’t really match the tuxes?  parvati is in traditional indian clothing with bright pinks and yellows, and lavender is wearing a light pink and white dress that complements it surprisingly well.  dean and seamus are wearing contrasting white and black suits, respectively.  harry comments on this oddity to dean, asking why they don’t match the brides.

“mate,” dean says, looking harry directly in the eyes and probably losing eight years of his life in that moment.  “seamus and i have literally been dating since fifth year.  every single one of us is fucking gay.”

Ten Things Trans Men Want You To Know

By Jason Robert Ballard

Over my life as a transgender man I have had moments I wish I could have said something to someone close to me but failed to. Until going back in time is an option, lets move forward with better understanding on things we wish we could tell our close friends and potential partners. If you’ve received this article from a friend, are they trying to tell you you’re guilty of one of these points? Potentially, or they just think it was a good read and you might enjoy it.

1. You’re guilty by association
You will receive more questions about me than I will. People who are confused or curious will typically ask a person they believe can relate to them or think share similar experiences. Talk to me about what I’m comfortable with you sharing when you field these questions. If I prefer not to be outed, you could respond with a simple, yet firm “It’s not my place to answer these questions for you, I’m sorry.” If I’m open about my transition, find out how to appropriately answer or divert harsh questions. This will make you a better ally and allow conversations to flow toward critical discussions instead of focusing on sexualizing the experience. As the topic of transgender lives emerges in mainstream media, questions often fall into one of two categories “genuine curiosity” or “superficial curiosity”. The question, “What are some reasons a transman might not have bottom surgery” is different from the question “Do you have a penis?“ Knowing whether the questioner is coming from a place of good will or being malicious may help you decide how to handle these moments.

2. “But you’ll always be _____ to me” hurts
Transition in life is inevitable. While seeing your little cousin for the first time in years and enjoying the fact that they were once in diapers, one may say “Aw, but you’ll always be little tommy to me!” and be perfectly acceptable. However, in my case I may have struggled with who I was and how I felt about myself before coming out as the authentic me. This is a time in my life of positive growth and happiness and if I’ve chosen to share it with you, telling me that you’d rather remain seeing me as someone I have taken great risks to leave behind is hurtful and damaging to our friendship. Telling me I’ll always be my birth name or birth sex in your eyes can be like telling someone who struggled with depression that you’ll always see them as ‘that pathetic emo kid’ or someone who fought with self image and weight lose that they’ll always be ‘fat’ to you. See what I’m saying? Yes, we may have a long history of knowing each other before I came out and that might be hard for you to let go of or see differently. Let me know you’re trying by not using this statement.

3. Outing me can be extremely dangerous.
As positive as some of the media and support for trans people are, there is still an overwhelming amount of hatred and ignorance. Hundreds of transgender people are murdered every single year and most of these times the killer walks due to failed/no protection laws in place for me. You may think that having a trans friend and talking about it in a public setting is fine, but if the wrong person over hears you or tells their friend who tells their friend, I could be in serious danger. It being a novelty to have a trans friend isn’t worth my life. If you want to talk about it, just don’t use my name and say you’ve ‘got a friend’.

4. My dysphoria isn’t your fault
It can be tough to be emotionally involved with someone who has a hard time with self image. You yourself may feel like you’re solely responsible for their happiness but sometimes their sadness comes from a place you simply can’t touch. It is not your fault that I have places and things about my body that I don’t like paid attention to. Talk to me and find out what is okay with me and what you can do to ease any triggering of my dysphoria, but don’t take the dysphoria personally. Some relationships, trans or cis don’t end up being ‘text book’. If I’m uncomfortable with my breasts and talk about wanting surgeries in the future, being sad about that and saying things like “But I love your boobs!” or “No don’t, I love you just the way you are” isn’t supportive. In fact, it’s proof that you’ve created an image of me in your head that doesn’t match up with who I really am and that’s not a positive basis for a relationship.

5. “It isn’t the T”
Beginning hormone replacement therapy can be a HUGE moment in my life. However, following that achievement I may lash out at you or be a jerk. If I say things like “It’s the testosterone”, you have my permission to not believe it. I am well aware of the emotional changes that I’ve decided to undertake and there are countless support systems and advice articles for dealing with extra tension and shorter tempers all over Google. My mood swings and hormonal imbalance are mine to control, not yours to tolerate. I have no right to be rude to you or push you away and blame a substance.

6. How do those egg shells feel?
Don’t get so hung up on words that the conversations never happen. You know me, if we’ve been close for any period of time you know what and how to phrase questions and statements to not be offensive. Though I may not want to be an educator all day every day to strangers at the grocery store, you’re my friend and it shows me you care when you’re excited about my transition with me. Many transgender people don’t have or lose their entire support systems when they come out so I’m lucky to have you. If you’ve been around the web a time or two you’ll notice our community gets hung up on terms and words. Don’t let this frighten you into bailing on me.

7. Don’t date me despite me
If you’re interested in dating me, make sure you’re interested because of who I am, not despite my trans status. You’re not doing me a favor by being interested in me ‘even though’ I’m trans, you’re making it seem like to you it’s something that makes me hard to handle or below you and THANK GOODNESS you’re here now to be interested in me because who else would? Rude.

8. What you say behind my back is what you really think of me
When I first come out, some people might say things like “It’s about time” or “I always knew”, some may say they had no clue and some people might not believe me due to the rise of something called “trans-trending”. Whether you think I’m doing this for attention or because my friend is doing it too isn’t for you to decide. The locals don’t get to get together and vote to approve my trans status. There is no way for you to tell what has been going on in my mind for years and what I’ve struggled with personally. There are many ways to transition and no one way is perfect or the way it has to be done. Talk to me about it, find out my story if you feel so inclined. If not, just leave it alone because it doesn’t affect your life at all.

9. My pronouns mean a lot to me
Chances are I’ve chosen a new name and have preferred gender pronouns, you using them is a big deal to me and when you do it shows me that you support me in bettering my life for myself. Which should be qualities of all friends! At the beginning, you may slip or mess up but I promise I’ll be able to tell if someone is genuinely trying or if someone is making a point to use the wrong ones.


10. Thank you
If you’ve taken the time to read or share this article with someone close to you, you’ve sought out advice on being a better Trans Ally and that to me is admirable. Wanting to educate yourself to make me and any other transgender person in your life more comfortable in this time of great community and media change is worth a big thank you. There is a lot of anger and hatred in the world and in our small community and sometimes Allys can be pushed to their limits or be afraid to use the wrong words or do the wrong thing. Every single person behind us and in support of us is valuable. Thank you for your patience, your friendship and your love.

anonymous asked:

hi there! what's problematic about the phrase "women and femmes"? a lot of queer-identified folks i know use it a lot when referring to patriachial oppression, and at first it made sense to me but now i'm not so sure it does. thanks!!

femme is a specific identity that arose in a particular context within working-class communities in the 1930s & 40s centered around dating & having sex with other women & it’s silly to use it as a catch-all term for “feminine” (although I recognise that saying this is fighting a losing battle, lmao).

using “femme” to vaguely mean “feminine / feminine-presenting people” is 1. to misappropriate that terminology and 2. (and more importantly at this point imho) to imply that femininity or feminine presentation are hallmarks of “real” women, as positioned against gender nonconforming & butch women (who are decried for being “masculine” and therefore basically men). holding up “femininity” as a prerequisite for womanhood is, besides being flat-out misogynistic, always going to exclude and demonise lesbians (because even femmes aren’t acceptably feminine & are gender nonconforming in many aspects of their behaviour), & especially butches.

I will never get over the fact that Neil Josten looked Andrew Minyard in the eyes and said, “You were amazing” KNOWING that they would be his last words to him. YOU. WERE. AMAZING. Those words have so much WEIGHT to them. Neil was literally like “You- YOU, Andrew Minyard, YOU were amazing. Nobody else thinks that of you but I DO.” Like do you think Andrew Minyard had ever been told he was amazing in his entire life? Neil thinks Andrew is one of the most amazing people in existence so much so that he was willing to use his last words as “Neil” to say so. I will NEVER!!! get over that!!!!!

Lines from Heathers: the musical that absolutely ruin me

-Now I’m crying too
-Don’t stop looking in my eyes
-Deep inside, I know your heart is good
-You’re not alone
-You are the only thing that’s right about this broken world
-If you could let me in, I could be good with you
-I’d fight the world for you
-Your love’s too good to lose
-“Let me come with. You know, for backup.”
-“Veronica was just leaving.”
-“I’m not strong like you are.”
-“Are you okay?” “What about you?”
-You know, you’re beautiful.
-Let them drive us underground, I don’t care how far
-I wish that I could hurt the ones who hurt you
I WISH WE’D MET BEFORE THEY CONVINCED YOU LIFE WAS WAR
“I don’t deserve to live” “I respectfully disagree”
“I destroy everything; I’m just like my dad.”
Say Hi To God :-)

170512-14 EXO Cup Japan opening Q&A: Kyungsoo cut

170512: 

Q. The member that acts like a child most?

A. Kyungsoo: 1. Xiumin, 2. Chanyeol, 3. Chen

Jongin: 1. D.O., 2. Sehun, 3. Chen

Q. If the anime One Piece were made into a live-action show, which member would fit the part of Luffy the most?

A. Kyungsoo: 1. Kai, 2. Baekhyun, 3. Chen

Q. Which member is most likely to give up an accessory if they’re running short, saying he’ll be fine?

A. Kyungsoo: 1. Baekhyun, 2. Xiumin, 3. Sehun. Other members all chose Kyungsoo. 27% of fans also chose him while 1% chose Baekhyun.

Suho asked D.O. if Baekhyun is considerate of him and after thinking, he said “He is. Baekhyun-san is kind.” 

Q. Which member would be the first to run out of a haunted house?

A. Kyungsoo: 1. D.O., 2. Xiumin, 3. Baekhyun. Xiumin had D.O. at 3rd.

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One Last Thing

12x12 coda almost a week late (oops)

When they get back to the bunker, Dean is surprised to see Mom head toward the room they’d assigned to her all those months ago. He assumed she’d leave as soon as they were safely back underground. He’s still staring down the hallway after her when he hears Cas sigh.

He turns to find him slumped in a kitchen chair, his hands in his lap and his coat closed enough to cover the blood and black…goo on his shirt. He’s staring down at the table with a crease between his brow.

“You OK?” Dean asks gruffly as he takes a tentative seat perpendicular to him.

“No.”

Dean balks at the honesty but doesn’t say anything. He leans forward and folds his hands on top of the table. Somewhere in the direction of Sam’s room, a door opens and closes.

“I shouldn’t be alive,” Cas continues, still staring at the table. “I would’ve never…”

Suddenly Cas’ eyes pop up and past Dean as Sam enters the kitchen.

None of them say anything as Sam grabs a cold cup of coffee. Dean and Cas look at each other. When Sam leaves, Cas’ eyes find the table again.

“I wouldn’t’ve…said what I said,” Cas continues, hesitance clear in his tone, “If I had known…”

A couple of seconds pass before it clicks for Dean. “That you weren’t actually gonna die?”

Cas nods minutely.

Dean leans back, runs a hand up through his hair and then drops it to his knee. “Look, man, you know I ain’t good at this. But you are family, so…what you said…it’s not–it doesn’t–you’re not trying to take it back, are you?” What the fuck–that’s not what he meant to say at all.

“No, of course not.” For some reason, Cas sounds angry. “It’s just that I–nothing.” He quickly turns his head to the side, the way he used to do when Dean had hurt his feelings.

“Cas,” Dean says softly. He waits until Cas looks at him. “I was scared to death when I saw that…what that spear did to you. I can’t lose you, man. So, uh, tell me. Whatever’s on your mind, spit it out.” It’s too harsh, too casual, but anything else wouldn’t be Dean.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“What?”

Cas squints at him. “It was a declaration made because I thought it was the last chance I would get to tell you. I couldn’t die without telling you that I…that.”

Dean leans forward again and wipes his hand over his mouth. “You, uh, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. You know I’m not–I’m not very good at the whole, uh, love thing, but I know it’s there. I know we’re–you know, we’re good.”

Cas squints harder and leans forward so they’re only inches apart. “You knew I was in love with you?”

Hold on.

“That’s not–you didn’t–that’s not what you said, man. You didn’t say that.”

“Dean.”

That’s his “quit being a dense idiot, Dean” voice.

Dean huffs a nervous laugh and stares at the table. “Yeah, uh, this would be a hell of a lot easier if you had died.”

Now Cas is laughing, too. “We are terrible at this.”

Dean lifts his eyes shyly. Cas is studying him.

“Do you remember…” Dean stops and sucks in a breath. He shouldn’t be talking about this. “That day in the cemetery, when we all thought I was gonna die.”

Cas nods once but doesn’t say anything.

“I wanted to, uh, say something.” Dean smiles and scratches the back of his head. “Actually, I didn’t. I wanted to–to kiss you.” He winces in embarrassment.

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

Dean looks sharply over at him.

“If you waited until you were on the brink of death to kiss me, I would’ve killed you myself.”

“You waited until your deathbed to tell me you lo–”

Cas cuts Dean’s argument off with a kiss. It’s just a tentative press of lips, but Dean still lets out a needy, embarrassing whimper as it happens. When Cas pulls away, Dean mumbles, “Nuh-uh,” and grabs him by the cheek to pull him back in. His hip is digging into the edge of the table, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care.

It’s sloppy and too fast and Cas is breathing heavy and whispering, “I love you,” over and over right against Dean’s mouth and it’s all too much and not nearly enough.

Later, in the pitch black of his room, lying breathless next to an angel, Dean tells Cas that he loves him, too.

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A Richonne Ranking: 40 Moments
[30] Naked – The Next World, 6x10

I want to personally thank Andy ‘Ricky Dicky Doo Dah Grimes’ Clutterbuck and My Girl Danai Gurira for their unyielding dedication to their craft. Their performances here as Post-Coital Couple #1 are truly unparalleled. As if the kiss wasn’t enough to make my head explode, this quick little follow-up scene just about finished me off. Every detail of the frame has been carefully constructed to kill me. Hand placements. Leg positions. Mostly hand placements. One hand in particular. Ass man, as established in… err, almost every episode?

Any argument that Rick and Michonne will be softened by their relationship is swiftly addressed here. Even at their most vulnerable – asleep and naked – they are ready to leap into action and I am HERE. FOR. IT. Look at this couple of warriors turning into a warrior couple.  

  • Andy: It’s great. Two warriors, two warrior lovers. Bring it on! […] The final scene was supposed to be a little more demure. Danai and I just said, “The audience has seen us have a kiss. Then, there’s this reveal of us in bed. The only way we’re going to up this ante and make it real is we’ve got to be naked. We wouldn’t hide under sheets. We’d go for the gun and katana.” We wanted viewers to know nothing’s changed. They’re just ferocious.
  • Tom Payne: So Danai and Andy get up out of bed. First of all, she’s pointing her sword at my face and worrying about me looking. I’m like, “I’m just looking at the sword because I don’t wanna lose my eye.” And then Kari comes in and says, “Can you look Andy up and down and then smile at him?” I’m like, “No!” There was a moment where I was like, “Yeah, maybe I’ll do that…” but Andy was completely naked in front of me. 
  • Danai: It was fun. It was very bonding and, ultimately, we had a great time that evening. 
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THE QURAN TEACHES US TO BE OPTIMISTIC

I always find myself questioning the things I do, even if I was the one who opted to do it from the beginning. I frequently ask myself whether I’m doing the right thing. Whether there’s any good in the things I choose to put myself in. The school I go to, the activities I join, the events I attend, the friends I choose to keep. Are my decisions going to benefit my future or are they just a waste of time? I wonder if I’m really doing anything right these days. You see, I have always had this fear in me. This fear I can’t specifically explain. I often am afraid if I make the wrong choices, especially when I have to make big important life decisions. What if my plans don’t work out? Who will I be in 10 years? Will I ever really figure it out?

I hate self-doubt. You know when they say we are our own biggest critics, they’re hella right.

Sometimes, the plans that I have for myself, are not exactly the plans that Allah has for me. I get myself in a relationship, and it ends tragically. I take up a course I thought I’m good at, and later fail miserably. I apply for a scholarship, but then find out I was rejected. I plan to graduate on time, but got sick and am told to defer my studies. All these circumstances, it all leads to self-doubt. Will I ever be good enough for anything?

A few days ago, I was reading Surah Al-Kahf and stumbled upon a verse that struck a chord with me. It was so beautiful I made it my phone’s wallpaper lol. The verse goes:

إِلَّا أَن يَشَاءَ اللَّهُ ۚ وَاذْكُر رَّبَّكَ إِذَا نَسِيتَ وَقُلْ عَسَىٰ أَن يَهْدِيَنِ رَبِّي لِأَقْرَبَ مِنْ هَٰذَا رَشَدًا 

“Except “if Allah wills.” And remember your Lord when you forget & say “May my Lord guide me to what is right” (18:24)

Perfect timing. This verse isn’t only a do’a but also a statement of optimism. “Asa” according to the arabic language is a verb used to express hope. Subhanallah, Allah is teaching us that the most fundmental thing we need is His guidance. He is teaching us that in the end, He knows best what is good for us and all we have to do is give our best in the things we do. The rest is Allah’s job. I learnt that if we do what is good, our effort will never go to waste, even if things don’t turn out the way we want it. Our compensation is with Allah. 

The verse screams optimism. It says “when you forget” because whenever something bad/failure befalls us, we tend to lose hope. We are bound to feel lost & confused. Been there a lot of time. So this powerful verse is telling us ‘no, don’t give up, hang in there and ask Allah to guide you’. He created us, He created the stars and the universe, so He definitely knows what is best for us. Whatever happens yesterday, stays there. If we have failed in the past, that failure should not dictate our future. 

“Amazing is the affair of the believer, verily all of his affair is good and this is not for no one except the believer. If something of good/happiness befalls him he is grateful and that is good for him. If something of harm befalls him he is patient and that is good for him” (Saheeh Muslim #2999)

So I guess we will never really have all the answers, but it’s perfectly okay, What we do know is that we can always ask Allah to guide us to what’s the best for us.

As long has we put our trust in him, we are in good hands.

share my heart

A/N: i was forced at gunpoint tonight to write a s4 drabble about bellarke realizing how the other feels about them. Rated T. WC: 1455.


It’s quiet.

Somehow, quiet is always around Bellamy. It’s like he wears it on his shoulders, along with all the pain and hurt and guilt. She doesn’t know if he’s even aware he projects it. All she knows is when she’s sitting with him like she is tonight, sorting meat packages into piles for storage for Alpha Station’s five years weathering out the storm, everything just feels calmer.

“Pass me the checklist,” Bellamy rumbles, nudging her hand with his. It’s the first thing either of them have said for the past half hour.

She obliges, and he squints at it.

“We’ve got to sort those.” He points. Clarke glances around. “Into different kinds of meat. We forgot to do that.”

“Then we have to do it again,” she exhales, and rakes a hand through her hair, nails digging into her own scalp. That will take another twenty minutes at least. Heavy frustration washes over her in a wave. There’s too much to do. Too many small details to iron out. “There’s not enough time.”

She hears him taking a deep breath— it’s no secret that they’re both counting down the minutes. But when he speaks, his voice is even. “There’ll be plenty of time soon enough. Five years, to be exact.”

She looks up, finds him watching her, dark eyes unreadable, and nods, her throat still feeling tight.

They resume sorting, but this time, it’s his shoulders that are drawn tight, and Clarke feels terrible right then for reminding him how little time they had, as if he weren’t already thinking about it every moment of the day. She scrambles for something to say to distract him. “What do you think you’ll do?”

Bellamy looks up, quirks up a brow.

She clarifies. “What do you think you’ll do with those five years?”

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The Mean Marquis

Lafayette x Reader

Note: So @a-schuylerr made a post about different Lafayette fic scenarios they would like to see and I got inspired. Thank you to @thatoneimaginesblog for being my proofreader and for putting up with me spamming you with my process on this fic. This is my longest fic and I am really excited for you to read it!

Warning: smut and that’s basically it

Word Count: 7,204 ( I expected it to be long just not this long)

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @mehrmonga @iamgrayfox @rottwat @beckett-faye @justanotherone2u @aph-bermuda @haletotheking24


1772

When your father first announced that you were to marry a French nobleman in just over a month, you felt as if your throat had fallen into your stomach. You were angry and shocked, so angry that you could hardly form a sentence before you stormed off.

That was three days ago, your anger had subsided and left you feeling worried. Worried about the man you were going to be married to. He wasn’t just any old French nobleman he was the Marquis de Lafayette, more affectionately known as the “Mean Marquis”. You’d heard stories about him about his ruthless and cold nature when it came to business. You had also heard about how popular he was with women, and that he was always surrounded by them.

“It’s just not fair!” you yell. You’d walked far enough away from you family’s home that you know you can speak without being heard. “I don’t even know him why should I marry him?” you groan as you sink to your knees.

You take a deep breath as you feel yourself start to panic. How on earth is he going to treat me? You wonder. After everything you’ve heard about him, the best you can hope for is that he will ignore you. He will probably give you a child or two but for the most part, just forget you even exist.

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When someone is stabbed, you’re told not to remove the knife. Once it’s removed, everything begins to fall apart. In less than ten minutes, someone could bleed out.
She still isn’t sure which of them stuck the blade in her stomach, but she refuses to pull it out. Instead, she embraces it. 
“Do you love me,” she asks, still not facing him, “or do you just hate the idea of losing me?”
It’s silent, and she does not know how to read this situation. If she turned around, she knows the emotion would be clear on his face because he has always been an open book. For her, he will always be an open book.
She doesn’t turn around, though, and she realizes that she doesn’t want to see his face—see the destruction that she’s caused. 
He says her name then, and his voice is level; it twists the knife. 
He says, “Why do you do this?”
He says, “I’m not losing you. You’re running away.”
And he says, “I love you—god knows that I love everything about you—but we’re falling apart. You’re tearing us apart.“ 
Finally, she turns around, and she’s not sure what she expected, but it surely was not this. He’s cold, blank, torn apart and carelessly sewn back together. He is covered in her—covered in her heartbreak.
"I need—” He clears his throat, hides any slip of emotion. “I need you to let me go because I don’t have the strength to do it myself.”
And at that moment, she realizes this is no longer a game. All this time she thought she was being selfish with her heart, but this boy—This boy makes her wish things were different; he makes her wish that she was different. 
That’s why she sucks in a rattling breath, and that’s why she forces those selfless words past her lips. She swallows the pain and tries to cure the heartbreak when she says, “You should leave." 
He winces. He looks like he wants to take back his words. He looks like he wants to stay, and he looks like he wants to cross the room in three steps and pull her into his arms and stop her from slipping away like water between his fingers. 
Looks, however, have always been deceiving. 
He leaves, and he takes the knife with him.
—  H.L. // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #44

Monday 22nd May 2017
Today the world is united
We come together and
We weep
We mourn
We grieve
For the 24 injured in Bangkok
The 4 dead, 16 injured in Syria
The civilians terrorised in Marawi
The 22 dead, 60 injured in Manchester.

They call it a terrorist attack
But this is not an attack
This is a goddamn massacre
A nightmare that you don’t get to wake up from
We are a humanity consumed by dread
Our oxygen replace with fear
Because what do you do when no place is safe?
Not clubs
Not schools
Not churches
Not cinemas
Not concerts

The world is burning
And there is nowhere to escape the flames
The 21st Century is a bloodbath
It is an ocean of tragedy
And none of us know how to swim
We are drowning in the blood of the innocent
Deafened by the cries of a population
Who are, too often, forced to count their dead
And tally their wounded

They say that good will always win
But if this is winning
Then I think I’d rather lose.

—  I AM TIRED AND I AM SCARED
- @a-dark-eyed-dreamer (J.H)

I gotta tell you what’s going on in my life and in gay culture in Miami right now.

So my DND campaign ended. my character died and I was like “I still want to play my character!!” and they were like “Well it can’t be the same you gotta change the name!” Her name was Grey so I was like “Fine, I’ll name her idk Flé” No one laughed but my best friend and his boyfriend. So then my best friend then says “Hey omg so Jaxx should just rename her character Flé!” and EVERYONE burst out into laughter. And then his boyfriend goes “Oh my god Duasso you’re SO FUNNY” And everyone chimes in like “omg how’d you think of that” “omg that’s so funny” cue me losing my collective shit. and then it became a run on joke that duasso invented it and i had nothing to do w it.

SO FAST FORWARD, my old DND group was made up of important gay miami night life personalities (bartenders, DJs etc) and all of a sudden my best friend and I are heading to his boyfriends bar and he says “i just want you know people…people are the using the word.” “What do you mean” and as I say that, two gay boys walk out of the bar going “Oh my god that’s so flé”

TURNS OUT. MY BEST FRIEND AND HIS BOYFRIEND AND MY DND ASSHOLES ARE NOW USING THIS WORD AND IT APPARENTLY MEANS A COPYCAT/IMITATOR/IMPOSTER (FOR OBVIOUS REASONS) AND NOW PEOPLE ARE USING IT AND I HEAR THEM AND MY BEST FRIEND AND HIS BOYFRIEND ARE TAKING CREDIT FOR IT THIS STUPID WORD THAT STARTED OFF AS A STUPID JOKE THAT HAS NOW BLOWN UP INTO NEW GAY LINGO IM???

and just. sigh. my best friend is so flé

Unconventional Uses of Combat Maneuvers & Movie Quotes

(Context: Immediately after a tough battle and some serious drama with our NPC princess, we had the most jarring tone shift possible, thanks to the sudden appearance of a brownie, who butted in without fully understanding the context of said drama, and hopped on our Fighter’s shoulder.)

Brownie: “DON’T MAKE THE LADY CRY!” (Pulls out a needle and points it at the Fighter’s eye.)

Fighter: I pull out my switchblade to disarm him.

Summoner: This is the first time I’ve ever seen someone try to use disarm on a thumbtack.

Fighter: “Who the hell are you?!”

Brownie: “Ya don’t know who I am?”

Fighter: “You don’t know who *I* am?”

Brownie: “Why I’m the Prince of the Brownies, Frageel!”

Rogue: It must be Italian.

(Everyone loses it.)

13 Reasons Why: Let’s talk about Alex Standall

Do we only see what we want to see?

While we were all grieving Hannah Baker,  consumed with secretly hating everyone she blamed, we didn’t notice Alex and his kind soul. Warning spoilers below!!

Let’s be honest, the whole time we watched, we judged everyone in Hannah’s life, for not noticing the things that were changing about her, and how each of those things brought her closer to her death. Unlike Hannah’s people, we noticed the little things she’d say that—from our point of view—made it hella obvious she was suicidal.

I worried more for Tyler, the creepy photography kid. Everyone treated him like trash, constantly told to “disappear” and “go away”. Yet, in the end I found myself incredibly surprised Alex Standall tried to kill himself. After we hear the Principal tell Mr. Porter, Alex had shot himself— I found myself wondering, WTF did I miss?

The writers of 13 Reasons Why were incredibly clever in slipping his suicide in. It serves as a reminder that, it is NOT simple to determine if someone will commit suicide. More so, if they’ve never attempted to, leaving us with no reason to watch them so closely.

WTF did I miss?

If you go over 13 Reasons Why a second time— after knowing Alex shoots himself— you’ll see details you disregarded before, as anyone would. Take for example the small discussion Alex and Troy (from his band club) have. Alex is asked if hes alright by a girl in his band club. He responds Yes, and hesitantly says he’s overslept (a symptom of depression, btw). Less than a minute later he speaks about song choice with Troy:

Alex: If they want a spirit raiser how about “Gloomy Sunday”?

Troy: Are you serious? That song’s totally depressing.

Alex: Or it’s beautiful, if you have taste.

Troy: Or if you’re suicidal.

Alex then walks off. He takes a breath and runs his hands over his hair. We dismiss his reaction as one pertaining to Hannah’s own suicide, but in a second take, he might have already begun pondering his own.

Prior to this even, his clothing goes from colorful, to dark t-shirts. He repeatedly arrives late, and has been seeing a doctor regularly, as seen in episode 2 when the school office clerk makes a remark ( “another doctor’s note?”). He goes on to a physical altercation, and having bouts of anger as he rips “Suicide is not the answer” type posters from the school walls.

In episode 12, while Hannah’s reasons gather around to discuss why they must protect their secret and what their futures will lose, Alex says “I’ve got no plans, I’m good to tell the truth.”

He’s later seen at home, putting finishing touches on his newly clean and organized room.

All of his actions point to depression and suicidal ideation. Total plot twist and eye opener for those of us, *cough* me *cough* , who think they can pick up on suicidal cues.

*crosses finger for second season*

I know, the show did end rather nicely, but I’m attached to these characters now! There could be a whole separate story line for Alex Standall. We can assume he died, but what if he didn’t. I’m sure others will be affected by his act. I just want more okay?!

I wonder, what did you think of it all? Were you not surprised he shot himself? I’d love to hear about it!